Qin Shuang had nothing to say in response.
She knew she couldn't expect any serious answers from He Zhiyao's mouth.
She glared at him angrily and raised her hand to push his "paw" off her.
He Zhiyao let go of her face, his hand falling onto her arm as he embraced her, then bent over to carry her in a horizontal position.
Qin Shuang, shocked, hastily clung to his clothes,
"What are you doing?"
He Zhiyao carried her toward the stairs, "Taking you for a bath."
Qin Shuang: ...
She was planning to take a bath, but she didn't need him to take her, did she?
"Put me down, I can walk by myself," Qin Shuang said, mindful of his wounds. After so many days, they finally started to scab over, couldn't he stay put for a bit?
He Zhiyao suddenly looked down at her, "You've been kicking me out of the room for three days now."
Qin Shuang's eyes widened slightly, then she hastily avoided his gaze, muttering softly, "That's my room, what do you mean kicking you out?"